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CASS104- Wand!

The first week drifted by without much fuss. Cassian and Bathsheda prodded at the diary a few times, testing and poking at it with spells that would’ve made an Unspeakable sweat, but still no reaction. Neither of them had dared to write in it yet. Not out of fear, Cassian insisted, loudly and often, but because they hadn’t got enough out of it to justify crossing that line. For now, they were content with staring it down and muttering about what sort of lunatic turned a bloody notebook in...

CASS103- Star!

The hall erupted with chatter and a few stifled snickers after the Howler congratulated Ginny on being sorted in Gryffindor and went quiet.

Fred clapped Ron on the back. “Not bad for your first week back.”

Ron groaned, burying his face in his hands.

Cassian sipped his tea, unbothered. “Well, at least now the whole school knows you are creative. Flying cars, exploding letters... what is next? Dragon racing?”

“Don’t give them ideas,” Bathsheda muttered dark...

CASS102- Dragon Wakes!

“I felt the dragon wake.”

Cassian blinked, then his lips twitched as his expression shifted into sheepish. “Ah... sorry, love. You sitting like that... it sort of got to me. I know this is supposed to be a serious chat, but, well... you know how it is. Blood goes where it likes, and Dragon rises.”

She elbowed him, harder this time. “Not that dragon, you fool. Ash.”

“Oh.” Cassian coughed into his fist, trying for dignity but failing miserably. “Right. Yes. O...

CASS101- Shrine

That night, the feast kicked off as usual... floating candles overhead, students spilling into the Great Hall like a tide. But as they made for their house tables, a few slowed, then stopped entirely.

Because there, among the Ravenclaws, sat two professors.

Cassian Rosier and Bathsheda Babbling were perched on the benches like they'd been students all along, chatting as though nothing was amiss.

Fred and George Weasley spotted them first.

"Professor R!" Fred hollered, ...

C- Interludes #1 - Regulus vs Lucius(Read After Ch 58)

Lucius Malfoy liked his mornings neat. Curtains parted by elves at the exact angle to let in the winter sun, silver polished until he could see his own disapproval staring back, tea brewed at that precise temperature where it wouldn't burn his tongue but might blister someone less refined. 

Order. Ritual. Control.

So of course Regulus Rosier chose that exact hour to arrive.

Not bothering to send an owl or summons. Not even a polite parchment with wax and crest.

Re...

CASS100- Meeting

100 chapters! Damn!

I just want to say a massive thank you for being here, supporting, reading, commenting, and cheering this story along.

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"You've got a death wish?" Cassian asked, his eyes feral.

Lucius's cane clattered to the cobblestones. For once, the man didn't have a ready retort, his breath hitched, eyes wide as he felt the pressure on his throat.

Draco froze where he stood. His pale face went sheet white, lips parting ...

CASS99- Punch!

Bathsheda and Cassian strolled hand in hand down Diagon Alley, weaving through the late summer crowds. It was busy, but not suffocatingly so. 

Halfway past Flourish and Blotts, Bathsheda tugged on his hand. "What's going on there?"

Cassian followed her gaze. A sizeable crowd had gathered outside the bookshop, pressing against the windows.

"Free coupons for the ladies, maybe?" he said lazily.

She pointed to a floating banner flapping above the door. "Looks like Loc...

CASS98- Invest All!

Regulus's gaze stayed fixed on Cassian. It wasn't warm, never warm, but there was something calculating in the way his brow furrowed. "You are suggesting we hedge the Rosier fortunes against the Muggle world?"

"Hedging is generous," Cassian said. "I am saying, unless you lot fancy going down with the ship, you might want a lifeboat. And the Muggles, for all their fumbling, have plenty of those."

The silence that followed was delicious.

Ophelia ended it with a snort. "This is...

HP- The END!

Harry stood, arms folded, in a place that looked like nothing at all. No ground. No sky. Just white thinning into more white. No wind, no sound, no edge. Neither cold nor warm. Just... empty.

He’d been here before. Once. Ages ago. Back when he’d nearly died in the hands of Vernon. Or maybe that time didn’t count. Hard to tell when you’d trained for twenty thousand years and time stopped making sense somewhere around year four.

Footsteps clicked behind him.

He didn’...

CASS97- Gate

After realising he was the only one who remembered, Cassian tried to shove those memories into the corner of his mind where he kept unpleasant things, like Old Cassian's cruel acts.

He’d been studying Occlumency for years now. He wasn’t brilliant at it, but he’d got far enough to wall things off when he needed to. Burying memories was manageable. Forgetting? Not so much.

Supposedly, a master Occlumens could erase a memory so cleanly it left no echo. He’d read that. And he ...

CASS96- Never Forget!

"We will remove your memories."

The air stiffened instantly.

The Greek Prime Minister's face flushed deep crimson. "Remove our memories? Are you mad? This is our land, our site. You don't get to waltz in here and decide who remembers what!"

The Turkish Minister barked a laugh that didn't sound amused. "Finally, something we agree on. The arrogance. Typical of Westerners—"

"—oh, don't start," the Greek Minister cut in, turning sharply. "You would happily scrub every...

CASS95- Forget!

Breaking the isolation barrier, they decided to study the site instead. Whatever was going on with Bathsheda could wait. No sense tearing open two mysteries at once.

The wards fell with a faint shimmer. A handful of scholars started muttering about fresh notes and detailed diagrams, already itching to tear apart every inch of the ruins.

Cassian stayed by the archway, arms folded, watching previously scared scholars scatter. "Brilliant," he said under his breath. "We survived a hal...

HP494- Death

Harry’s eyes flicked to Dumbledore. The old man stood stock-still, lips parted, as though the storm rolling around them had finally stripped away the comfort of half a century’s lies. Then his posture tightened, and Grindelwald stepped into the light.

“Quick!” Grindelwald snapped, wand already  raised. He moved at Nicholas’s side, lashing power into the great silver shield. Morgana joined them, threads of green binding into Nicholas’s wards, stitching them tight. The th...

CASS94- Immortal Couple

A few of the scholars shuffled back. Karkaroff's sharp eyes narrowed.

"Master Ji," the Greek Prime Minister began cautiously, "you honour us with your presence. We weren't aware the matter had spread that far."

Ji didn't look at him. "Matters like these don't respect borders."

He stepped forward, the faint scent of sandalwood trailing behind him. His gaze drifted past the tents, toward the archway. "I felt it all the way in Wudang. That... thing. It calls like a cracked bell...

C- Between the Lines #2 - Gryffindor vs Ghost (Read After Ch 56)

Cassian was upside down on Bathsheda's couch when she walked in. Feet draped over the back, book balanced against his chest. He didn't move when the door clicked shut behind her.

"Did you know," he said, "that Godric Gryffindor once lost a drinking contest to a ghost?"

Bathsheda dropped her satchel on the nearest chair and blinked. "That's not a question I was expecting."

Cassian wiggled the book in his hands.

"Appendix D, marginalia in A Charter of Arms and Illusions....

Announcement: Advanced Chapter Updates

As promised, now that my other two fics are coming to an end, I'll be updating the Advanced Chapter counts soon. Thank you all for your patience and support, this has been something I've wanted to roll out for a while, and the timing is finally right. Preparing the chapters, please bear with me!

The new structure will be:

• Greg Tier: 3 → 10 Advanced Chapters (20k words~)

• Imagination Apprentice: 10 → 20 Advanced Chapters (...

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CASS93- Curse or Gift

Bathsheda flicked her wand, testing the edges of the shimmering barrier. "The field is bound to the site. If we can channel enough magic into the outer glyphs, it might reset the layers for a few hours. A day if we are lucky."

Some stood closer to the edge, arms folded, unwilling to step in. Doubt clear on their faces, the kind that said they’d seen too many scholars die chasing clever theories.

One of the Frenchmen muttered, “Who put her in damn charge?”

Another voice...

CASS92- Mob

The thing on the slab. The same one from the vision, only now it wasn't some distant memory. It was here. Every link of the chain glowing faint red as if they'd been forged in dragon fire. The creature’s form twisted in the dim light... too many limbs for a man, too much sinew for a beast. Its head jerked sharply, its neck snapped in wrong angles.

Bathsheda's hand shot to his arm, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

"Don't—" Cassian muttered.

The thing shift...

HP493- Chorus

The air shook as Harry raised both hands. The sky split open, tearing like cloth. From the rift came a cry so sharp the grass bent with it, Spark the Thunderbird, lightning arcing from its wings. The next roar rattled the stones underfoot, Ash the Ridgeback tearing her way into the sky, wings spread wide.

Then came more. Beasts of every kind. Manticores leapt free, tails lashing. A Basilisk slid into the open, scales scraping against stone. Thestrals wheeled overhead. The Acromantulas s...

CASS91- Break

The second day, the first rune flared, dull orange, then cracked down the middle. A bone-splinter crack tore through the ruin. The ground trembled under their boots. Dust rained from the ceiling.

Cassian's eyes lingered on a slab that had broken free near his boots. Dust caked its surface, but beneath it, he could just make out faint spirals etched into the rock. Crude little figures huddled around the spiral, hands raised, lines of fire scratched above their heads. He ran a thumb acros...

C- Between the Lines #1 - Slytherin vs Badger (Read After Ch 56)

Hello everyone,

A little late, but finally here, the Exclusives and Side Stories.

These are pieces that don't quite sit in the mainline chapters, but still matter. Think of them as moments that give more light (and a few shadows) around Cassian’s world.

Some will be Patreon Exclusive (I'll mark those with [P.E]), others I'll also share on free platforms.

What counts as a side story?

• Events from Cassian�...

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CASS90- Temple

Someone had stuck a Greek flag into a cracked column, which struck Cassian as a little optimistic given half the thing was held together by sticking charms.

The group closest to the site turned as they approached.

"Professor Rosier. Professor Babbling!" A stout man with olive skin and an impressive moustache waved them over. His white robes were smudged at the hem. "At last. We thought you might not come, Master Ji's message only reached us this morning."

"Same," she said, s...

CASS89- Family First

When Cassian returned home, the family was already gathered. Everyone except Selena and Odette, they were still stuck on the train heading back from Hogwarts.

The sitting room had a faint smell of tobacco hung in the air... Magnus must've had his pipe out earlier. Which meant something rattled the old man. Cassian shut the door behind him as he stepped in.

Regulus glanced up. "Cassian."

Cassian gave him a nod and strolled in as if he hadn't spent the past year avoiding gathe...

HP492- Clash

Dumbledore shook his head. “You are still too young. By now you ought to know, wisdom maketh strength.”

Harry laughed. “I do know. Nicolas was kind enough to teach me that.”

Voldemort’s wand rose an inch. “Enough prattle.”

“Tom,” Harry called back, perfectly pleasant, “the adults are talking.”

Green light screamed across the gap. Harry didn’t bother to block; a shimmer lifted from the turf like heat haze and the curse went through the mirage, pu...

CASS88- House-Visit

Next morning, as he and Bathsheda walked to Hogsmeade, hand in hand, their fingers swinging lazily, Cassian let out a low groan.

"Canon years hit different, huh?" he muttered.

Bathsheda glanced at him, brow arching. "What now?"

He kissed her cheek, smirking faintly. "Nothing, love. Just sad Quirrell is gone."

She hummed, the sound more like a sigh than a word, and didn't press him. Her thumb stroked over his knuckles as they walked past a low stone wall half-swallowed ...

CASS87- Bloody Rosier

For a moment, every student looked at each other, not quite sure how to react. Hundreds of eyes drifted away from Cassian to others at the table. Students glanced between their Heads of House.

Well?

Would the professors step in? Would they weigh these small, thankless acts as worthy of the same sand that filled the hourglasses?

McGonagall's gaze flicked sharply from Cassian to the Gryffindor hourglass... already brimming with the rubies that had won them the House Cup with D...

HP491- Break!

In an unknown place where the walls of reality seemed thinner, Nicholas knelt on the stone floor. His palms pressed flat, his forehead bowed to the ground. Above him, on a throne that flickered between shadow and form, sat a presence no mortal tongue could name. His eyes could not truly see it, but his soul knew who watched him.

“It is the final phase,” the being spoke, voice cutting through the silence. “Are you ready to ascend?”

“Yes, my lord,” Nicholas answered, voi...

CASS86- Points

That night, in the dead quiet of the castle, Cassian felt his illusion breaking. Someone had gone into the corridor. Bathsheda shifted against him, snoring faintly as her hair tickled his jaw. He let out a long breath, staring at the ceiling.

Closing his eyes, Cassian focused. His illusion... Torn. Marred. Ripped from the inside.

“Oh, Quirrell,” he muttered.

He’d suspected something was wrong with the man for months now. Ever since that sabbatical, he came back differe...

CASS85- Play

Cassian marched toward Dumbledore's office, simulating the fight in his mind. He'd suspected for ages the whole thing was one giant charade, carefully laid out for Potter and his two tagalongs. It wasn't even subtle. The chessboard alone gave it away, three empty spaces, like a giant neon sign screaming this bit reserved for Gryffindor's finest. He raked a hand through his hair, fingers dragging down his face in exasperation.

Making a challenge Ron Weasley could handle was probably hard...

MHA- The END

Nezu stood on the roof of the Quirk Regulation Agency, teacup in hand, wind rustling through his little rat-fur as he watched the street below turn into something between a parade, a press frenzy, and a mild riot.

Ryuu walked in the middle of it.

H.E.R. FORCE flanked him like battle-tested queens on a victory march, Momo and Toru on each side like twin walls of grace and annihilation. Mina and Nejire were bouncing with uncontained energy, Toga waving both hands in a blur of sass, ...